Lyrics

Uh, teacher I have something to say Darkie Niggas in the game, always sound the same That's why I don't play nothing If you got to say that you at the top Nigga what are you huffing? You sound like a kid struggling to live Bitch the reason you bumping Temporary love, go and get your grub 'Parently you on something Keep on ostracizing people Postulizing, Posulating You was out in L.A. masturbating Consumating with the spawn of Satan I'll be waiting As in gaining weight Complain about the pain It's great for views, but you would know You do it more and more and kids adore it, parents for it Desperate for connection to their children Men in buildings profit of those feelings, they do not control No one wanna take responsibility Nobody take the fall Fuck ability amount of clout or anyone who say they ball Ballers dribble, Babies fiddle with their until they drop they balls So, you want the swamp drained? Alright okay! All you niggas want fame! We all can't have no way! Catch me on the front page of someone's brain Is that what you want mane? Alright You talk more than you work You plot more than you build You not worth shit, you dirt It's hot out in the field A hawk in silence lurking Snakes and rats, I'm mercing I be certain, it ain't worth to feel Too hurt to kneel Too burnt to turn my neck and look up at a capper None us niggas up is battle rappers Street spitters run endurance overlap us Weep with us for the current artist Reaping what you sowing, talking harvest Creeping on the low, you not the hardest Worm up in my garden, please depart us I ain't perfect but I work it Make it worth it Birth these niggas Pray you shirtless As in you ain't on one Make ya songs and shut the fuck up Clean this muck up It ain't luck What got me popping Drain the swamp within myself It leaking out I'm tweaking noooooow I just want make these kids happy I just want make these kids happy like I was never I just wanna make you throw your head up I just wanna make you throw your head til your spinal sever Obvious a nigga getting fed up Obvious a nigga eating good just cheese like feta I'ma drain a mother fucking swamp I'ma do this shit til my family eating I won't let up Swamp drained, Swamp drained Swamp drained, Swamp drained So, you want the swamp drained? All right then
Writer(s): Joshua Hamilton, Alexander Wacksman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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